The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

He proudly declared, "I've seen my dad do it. It's so easy!"

Seeing that he was so confident, Dabao did not try to stop him and turned around to focus on his task.

In the kitchen, smoke rose up. Dabao added rice into the pot while taking a large cabbage from the basket and washing it carefully.

The two brothers were busy with their respective duties, and the air was filled with a warm and busy atmosphere.

However, for Erbao, the task of cleaning fish intestines was obviously beyond his ability.

He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and decided to discard all the internal organs and solve the problem in the most direct way.

Then he picked up the knife and began to try to cut the fish. Although the slices were of different sizes, at least each one was edible.

At this time, Dabao had already lit a fire, and the jumping flames in the stove reflected on his focused face.

Erbao stood aside with a spoon in his hand. The stove at home was a little too tall for them, about one meter high, so Erbao cleverly moved a small stool and stood on it so that he could just reach the stove.

Following his father's usual teachings, he first carefully added a little salt to the hot oil, and then prepared to put the fish into the pot... But at this moment, Erbao suddenly discovered that the fish was not where he expected.

He searched around anxiously and finally found its trace on the stove on the other side.

"Brother, come quickly, help me get the fish!"

Erbao called out anxiously. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the oil in the pot splashed out. Erbao exclaimed: "Oh, it's hot!"

Dabao reacted quickly. He took a step forward and deftly poured the fish into the boiling oil pan in one go.

Seeing this, Erbao breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the cabbage next to him, and threw it into the pot. He moved so quickly that no one could stop him.

"Why did you throw the cabbage in there too?"

Dabao asked in surprise, with confusion between his brows.

Erbao was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes, as if asking, "Is this wrong?"

His expression was both innocent and confused, which made Dabao a little overwhelmed for a moment. After all, he himself didn't know much about cooking.

At this moment, a burning smell spread quietly. Erbao was immediately panicked and jumped up and down anxiously: "Oh no, it's burnt! Where's the water? Brother, go get some water to save it!"

He shouted loudly while frantically stirring the food in the pot.

Upon hearing the sound, Dabao immediately ran out to get water.

The ladle was handed to Erbao, and without thinking, he poured the water into the pot, trying to save this sudden "disaster".

Looking at the mixture of half water and half unknown objects in the pot, Erbao and Dabao looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and embarrassment.

Erbao waved his hands pretending to be calm and consoled him, "It's okay, brother. Just light the fire and the water will evaporate naturally!"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, but more of it was self-comfort.

Dabao nodded half-believingly, lowered his head and continued to add firewood into the stove, while Erbao nervously covered the pot.

After that, every thirty seconds, he would eagerly lift the lid to check, and this repeated until fifteen minutes had passed. Erbao lifted the lid again, looking at the pot of "masterpiece" that had been completely changed and difficult to distinguish, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Why is the water still there?"

He poked it gently with a shovel, but finally had no choice but to accept the reality. The two brothers looked at each other and smiled bitterly, secretly praying that they could do better next time.

"Go and help them clean up," Xu Xiufang urged Xie Yi with a hint of urgency in her tone.

Her eyes shuttled back and forth between the busy kitchen and Xie Yi, as if silently telling us how arduous the housework was.

"You go back to your room and rest first, I'll be there soon," Xie Yi said, his voice gentle but firm, as if it was his silent promise to this family.

"Xiaobao, hold on to your mother."

He immediately gave the order, his eyes full of trust and expectation for the child.

"Mom, let me help you!"

Xiaobao's childish voice rang out, with the clarity and innocence unique to children. His little hand reached out to Xu Xiufang impatiently, wanting to hold tightly to that warmth and support.

Hearing this, Xu Xiufang couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. Although she felt a little helpless, she was also full of warmth in her heart.

"..."

She sighed softly and thought to herself: It's just a pregnancy, why is it that delicate?

But this complaint is more about the sweet burden of over-protecting family members.

However, the fishy smell coming in from outside the door was indeed hard to ignore. Xu Xiufang frowned slightly and was about to turn around and go back to her room. When she looked up, she saw Xie's mother standing at the door with a kind smile on her face, looking at her tenderly.

Xu Xiufang felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but smile: "Mom, you should go back first! Don't get tired."

"Then you should have a good rest. If you need anything, just call me. Do you hear me?"

There was unquestionable firmness in Xie's mother's concerned words, which was the deepest care that an elder could have for a younger generation.

"Okay," Xu Xiufang replied, her heart full of gratitude.

At this time, in the kitchen, Erbao was facing the dish of fish that was obviously a failure. He was in a state of anxiety, but he stubbornly refused to admit defeat: "It should still be edible, right?"

His eyes flickered, revealing a hint of uncertainty.

"Then you come and try?"

Xie Yi pretended to be relaxed and scooped up a spoonful, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, staring straight at Erbao, as if testing his courage.

Erbao was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth slightly and then quickly closed it. After hesitating for a moment, under his father's challenging and encouraging gaze, he hardened his heart, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and looked like he was determined to give it a try.

Seeing this, Xie Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, a hint of pampering flashed in his eyes, and he really fed him a small bite.

"Uh……"

The moment Erbao tasted the food, he instinctively wanted to vomit, but when he opened his eyes and saw his father’s expectant face, he forced himself to hold it back.

His face, which was wrinkled like a bitter gourd due to discomfort, tried hard to squeeze out an expression of enjoyment, "Mm, delicious!"

There was a barely perceptible hint of crying in her voice, which made people feel both distressed and amused.

Seeing this, Xie Yi couldn't help laughing, and stuffed the spoon into Erbao's hand, saying with a smile: "Then finish it!"

His eyes were filled with joy at the child's growth.

Erbao looked helpless and muttered to himself that he might have been picked up.

Of course, he was not that naive. He quickly found an excuse and ran out of the kitchen, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter.

Night fell and by dinner time, it was completely dark.

On the way back from the county town, Xu Xiufang's stomach began to protest. Xie Yi thoughtfully bought her a large meat bun at the state-owned restaurant, so she was not too hungry at the moment. She leisurely held a bowl of hot pork rib soup and savored it carefully.

Although there is very little meat on the ribs, each piece of meat is extremely delicious, as if it contains the taste of home and the warmth of love.